regarding message "re:individually unique; together complete" is likely to offend the average reader. you might consider toning it down.
can you believe? was it because i used the word 'damn'? that was the only word in the email that could have been considered 'offensive'. this is ridiculous.
04.12.02
am going out for drinks with roommate, jung, and their friends from summer internship b/c is fri night and have no other plans. oh friends. i miss you guys.
04.13.02
went to three bars last night. was lame. one of hannah's coworkers went home with random guy she met at third bar. her friends didn't seem to care because a)were all plastered and b) "well, he was wearing adidas warm up pants so i'm pretty sure she's safe". right. did not know this was universally acknowledged truth.
what i did today:
woke up 11:30, worked out (yes, yes, yes, on my way to becoming halle berry), cleaned livingroom and bedroom, made lunch, ate lunch, watched t.v., whipped fresh cream to put in coffee (bonus arm work out), walked to supermarket and bought two apples. now i am going to the library because the book i requested barrel fever has arrived from altoona campus. yay.
04.15.02 of kids and queens
it was october 31, 1985. i had just turned eight and was about to experience my first halloween. my brother, a fat and much too jovial five year old, and i went trick-or-treating, but only to our grandparent's apartment in jersey city. we didn't realize we were missing out on candy. we couldn't have gone out anyway since we didn't know enough english to say "trick-or-treat" or "help, i'm getting kidnapped because i am a small and helpless asian child wandering the dark streets of j.c. in a plastic she-ra costume."
later that evening, my aunt who was a college student at the time, suggested we all go to watch a costume parade in the village and, you know, treat the kids with something fun to watch. when we arrived, there were throngs of people and a parade already in full swing, a sashaying river of glittery sequins, big curly hair, glossy red lips- it was a parade of queens. at the time i didn't know they were men. i remember thinking they were so beautiful, like movie stars you know? there were queens everywhere, in the parade, in their apts, hanging out of windows and throwing stuff to the crowds- we were all having a great time until a rock was thrown into a shop window and the alarm went off. soon the cops came and we went home.
what a fun night. such a unique childhood experience. i wish we had taken some pictures.
04.18.02 all must love sarah
sarah cho demands more exposure in my journal (read passive-agressive message in guestbook) so i'll write a few things to make her happy. my friend sarah cho, unlike many of us bums, has a job. she's not nuts about it but at least it's not pittsburgh, right? she lives with my other friend jane in new jersey. jane has a little voice. jane can't yell but she sure can cry. sarah can cry too. i remember this one time when she broke up with a guy. i can't say it sounded like the cry of a broken heart. no. it was more like a scream you might hear in the movie 'scream'. ask jane, she'll remember.
04.19.02
am sick. ugh ugh ugh. nasal passages are completely blocked up. i've taken to carrying around a box of tissues because the small packets are no match for my runny nose. the medication i am taking is v.strong and makes me fall asleep, then makes me have strange dreams. last night i dreamt that jen gave her arms to a man who had lost his own. he had somehow sweet talked her into giving him her arms and i was yelling at her, "why the hell would you do something so stupid?" she just sat there with prosthetic arms hanging at her sides and she had nothing to say.
04.20.02
ugh. still sick. am also stoned from potent flu medication. sarah is here with her spankin new bf but have not met him yet. we're all going out to dinner later. i want to see! i want to see! this is more than a new puppy. it's better than a drastic haircut. it's a real live man-person!
ugh. why must i be sick? why? why? sare just called. am meeting them at big bowl.
04.22.02 cheese
i happen to know a thing or two about a thing or two about cheese. exactly when i began to know cheese is unclear- possibly during h.s. through french class and the french club. sometimes we had little fetes with cheese and sliced baguette platters. mostly mild, creamy cheeses like camembert and brie to suit a naive palate. we'd gather around the platter with napkins in our hands while madame made comments like, "le fromage avec bon pain, ah c'est excellent class, non? what did i just say? le fromage- the cheese, with good bread, avec bon pain, is excellent, ok? oui? comprend?" but she would never partake of the bread and cheese because she was diabetic and had to measure all her food. she also had only one breast but i'm not sure that had to do with the diabetes.
04.23.02 fat
what i ate yesterday:
1 bowl of cereal, 1 yoplait whipped orange creme yogurt, 1/4 baguette with generous chunk of brie, 1/2 can of tomato soup, another piece of baguette with brie, 1 apple, 1/2 can of olives, 1 pizza, 2 bruschettas, 1/4 tiramisu, 1/4 cannoli, 1 square lasagne, 1 martini, few nachos, 3 wings, fried calamari.
why? why? why? clearly i do not need to eat for the rest of my life. however too late as have already consumed 1 brownie and 1 large square of lasagne. ugh. should be banished to a country plagued with famine so will learn not to binge eat, but to eat small amounts thankfully and feel satisfied.
our art final is to replicate a painting using only pastels and this sucks because pastels are good for one's own work and not replications of famous oil paintings. it took me an hour trying to decide between lautrec and gauguin. decided on gauguin because the books had better pictures to photocopy. plus mom, oddly enough, likes the balmy, sensual paintings of naked tahiti natives. one year we even had a calendar of gauguin's tahiti paintings- lots of fruit and bare thighs.
04.26.02
sometimes i feel like i haven't done anything right during the past 23yrs of my life. by "right" i mean a real accomplishment, something that truly satisfied me or gave me a sense of "roite, this, *THIS* is worth something and *i* did it.
let's talk felicity
this week's felicity- did you see it? it was so good until the ending. so after graduation she goes back to palo alto and decides, hey- i want to be a doctor after all. so she's back in pre-med but this time at stanford. and she's walking around campus and they make sure the extras are wearing jackets with big S's on it. then ben shows up. apparently, he's also enrolled for classes there. no way. felicity suddenly turned into korean daytime drama. ben couldn't possibly get into stanford. he has that one A in o-chem. he spent most of his four years jonesing around- dating the girl from power rangers, having affairs with older women, having a child, getting drunk, making espresso at dean and deluca, you know? still, it is a good show and i'm excited about the next four episodes: a rewind- what would have happened if felicity chose noel instead?
04.30.02 back to the studio
last week i spent days and nights in the studio preparing my final portfolio. the instructor dropped a project on tuesday and expected it to be done by the end of the week and seeing as i hadn't finished the previous project, i had lots to do. flashbacks of junior year in h.s. when i couldn't finish final project of four african people with straw hats so sort of blended their faces into the black background all came back to me. mr.silveria the art teacher was v.v. unhappy about this but why should i care what perverted, *apparently* middle-aged but actually really old, like late 50's, man thought? hmmm. don't really know why i thought he was perverted. well, once someone told me that girls in school thought he was hot. and maybe somehow in my head i imagined him lusting after h.s. girls. oy.
roite, so i was in the studio all day, ate yogurt and fig newtons from the creamery, went home, slept, woke up and back to the studio. and before i left my apartment i'd say "right then, back to the studio" like bridget jones after sliding down the pole for her lewisham fire reports.
anyway, it felt really good to do that. you know, to work really hard at something for hours at a time and not even care about eating. not completely romantic without cigarettes and coffee but don't want to waste efforts made to whiten teeth.
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